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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.