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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.