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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.