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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.