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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.