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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.