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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.