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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.