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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.