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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.