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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.