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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
June Days,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.