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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.