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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.