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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.