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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.