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 Malawi 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.