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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.