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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.