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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.