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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.