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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.