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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.