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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.