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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.