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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.