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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.