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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Swans,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.