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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Mars,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.