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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.