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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.