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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.