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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.