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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.