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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.