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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.