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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.