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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.