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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.