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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.