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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Wire,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.