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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.