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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.