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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.