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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.