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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.