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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.