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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.