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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Deakin,
Index,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.