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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.