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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.