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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.