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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.