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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.