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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.