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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.