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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.