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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.