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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Index,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Fear,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.