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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.