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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.