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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.