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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.