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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.