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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.