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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.