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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.