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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.