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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.