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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.