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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.