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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.