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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.