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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Visage,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.