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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.