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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Pole,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.