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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.