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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.