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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.