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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Gong,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.