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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.