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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.