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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.