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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.