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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.