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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.