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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.