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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Smog,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.