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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.