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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.