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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.