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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.