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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.