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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.