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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.