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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
10cc,
The Names,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.