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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.