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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.