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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.