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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.