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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.