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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.