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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.