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 Greece 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.