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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.