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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.