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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.