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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.