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 Israel and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.