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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.