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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.