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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.