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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Joey Negro 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.