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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.