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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.