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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.