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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.