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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.