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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.