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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.