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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.