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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.