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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.