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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.