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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.