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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.