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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.