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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.