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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.