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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.