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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Flipper,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.