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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.