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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.