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 Oman and from New York.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.