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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.