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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.