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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Scion,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Index,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.