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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
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.