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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
UT,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.