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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.