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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Pole,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.