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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.