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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.