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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
10cc,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.