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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.