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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.