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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Faust,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.