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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jandek 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Deakin,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.