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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.