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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Little Man,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.