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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Count Five to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
the Germs,
AZ,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.