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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Index,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.