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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Television,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.