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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.