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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.