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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.