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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.