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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.