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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.