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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.