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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.