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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.