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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.