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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.