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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.