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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.