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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.