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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Cure,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.