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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Television,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.