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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.