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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.