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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.