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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Yaz,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.