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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.