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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.