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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Index,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Fear,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.