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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.