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 Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.