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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.