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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.