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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.