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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.