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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.