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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.