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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.