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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.