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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.