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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.