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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Associates,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.