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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.