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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.