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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.