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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Deakin,
Excepter,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.