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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.