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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.