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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.