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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Remains,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.