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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
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.