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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.