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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.