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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.