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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.