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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.