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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.