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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.