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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Brick,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.