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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.