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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.