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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.