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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.