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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.