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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.