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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.