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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.