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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.