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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
New Order,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.