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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
This Heat,
The Monks,
CMW,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.