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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.