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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.