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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.