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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
the Swans,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.