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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.