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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.