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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.