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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
X-102,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.