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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.