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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.