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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.