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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.