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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.