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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.