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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.