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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.