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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.