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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.