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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.