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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.