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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.