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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.