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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.