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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.