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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.