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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.