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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.