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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.