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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
JFA,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.