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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.