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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Index,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.