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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.