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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.