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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.