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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 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 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.