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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.