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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.