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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.