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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.