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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Urselle,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.