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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Monolake,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.