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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
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.