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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Interpol,
10cc,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Happenings,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.