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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.