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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.