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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.