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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.