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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.