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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.