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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.