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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.