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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.