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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.