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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.