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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.