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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Japan,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.