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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.