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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.