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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.