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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.