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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.