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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.