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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.