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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.