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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.