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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.