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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.