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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.