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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.