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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.