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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.