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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.