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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.