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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.