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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.