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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.