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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 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 Eve St. Jones 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
MC5,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Wings,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.