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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.