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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Q65,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.