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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.