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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.