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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.