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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
PIL,
The Fall,
Nico,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.