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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.