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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.