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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.