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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.