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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Pole,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.