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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Wings,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.