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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.