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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
X-101,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.