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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.