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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Minny Pops 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.