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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.