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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.