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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Scion,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.