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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.