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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.