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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.