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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.