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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Neu!,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.