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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.