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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.