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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.