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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Visage,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.