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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.