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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.