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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.