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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.