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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.