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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.