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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.