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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.