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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.