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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
June of 44,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.