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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.