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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Monks,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.