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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.