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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.