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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.