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 Africa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.