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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.