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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.