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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.