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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.