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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.