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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.