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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Can,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.