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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Slave,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.