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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.