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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Scion,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.