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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.