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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.