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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.