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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.