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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.