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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
10cc,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.