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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.