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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.