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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.