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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.