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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.