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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.