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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.