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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.