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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.