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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.