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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Organ,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.