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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.