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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.