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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Organ,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.