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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.