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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Nas,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.