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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.