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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.