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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.