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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.