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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.