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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.