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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.