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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.