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 Zambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.