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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.