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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.