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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.