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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.