Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Names,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.