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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.