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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.