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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.