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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.