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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.