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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Wire,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.