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 Colombia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Brick,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.