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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.