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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.