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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.