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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.