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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.