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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.