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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.