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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.