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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Can,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.