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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.