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 New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.