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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.