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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.