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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.