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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.