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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.