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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.