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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.