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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.