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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.