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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Index,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.