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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
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.