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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Flipper 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.