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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
ABC,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.