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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.