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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
UT,
Ronan,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.