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 France and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.