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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Nico,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.