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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.