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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.