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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Can,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.