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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.