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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.