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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.