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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Monks,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.