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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.