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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.