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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s 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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.