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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Organ to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Can,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.