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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.