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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
the Swans,
The Names,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.