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 Iran and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.