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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.