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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.