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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.