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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.