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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.