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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
PIL,
The Move,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.