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 Angola 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Gong,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.