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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.