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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.