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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.