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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.