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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Lyres,
MDC,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.