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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.