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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.