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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.