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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.