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 Iceland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Make Up,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.