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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Wings,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.