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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.