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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.