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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.