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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.