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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.