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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.