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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.