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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.