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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.