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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
UT,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.