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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.