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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.