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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.