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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.