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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Fear,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.