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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.