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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.