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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.