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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Television,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.