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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.