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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.