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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.