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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
MDC,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.