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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.