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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.