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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.