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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Index,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.