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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.