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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.