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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Franke to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.