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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.