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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.