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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.