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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
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.