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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.