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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.