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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Television,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.