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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.