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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Slave,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.