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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Fall to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.