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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.