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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.