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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.