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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.