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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.