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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.