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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.