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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.