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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Scion,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.