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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.