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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Make Up,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.