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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.