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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.