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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.