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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.