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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.