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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Gong,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.