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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
JFA,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.