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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.