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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.