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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.